question_for_my_brain kss what the fuck is your problem, anyway? 030905 ... Deomis Do blind people (those who have been blind their entire lives) dream? Or do they just hear voices inside their mind during repose? It's been tormenting me. Is anyone out there on blather blind? 040508 ... shivers where did you go? 040508 ... Piso Mojado what do i have to do to make you leave me alone? 040508 ... witchesrequiem What do you want? 040509 ... Syrope are you going to be ok? is there anything i can do? do you hate me yet? where do you put all the stuff i'm not strong enough to think about? how late did you stay up last night? can you handle this? 040509 ... kookaburra why dont you work right???? could you get on the ball??? why dont you think enough???? are you feeling ok???? why do you keep sending me visions of dancing pink elephants???? 040509 ... sig in compartments the brain can section itself off like closets or seperate rooms from the main house sometimes once we close the door we dare not EVER look beyond the door to a chamber that we have locked the brain is a magnificant instrument even if you think it's rotten i'll bet something interesting could still be derived from it 040509 ... kookaburra why cant you shut up long enough for me to smile? i just want feel joy before analyzing the situation first 040816 ... pete how can i like everyone but leonard cohen's version of 'hallejulah'? and why does whatever i'm studying at a given time take over what i write about? 040817 ... andru235 why did the left hemisphere of my brain issue its own little version of the "monroe_doctrine" so as to prohibit the interference of the right hemisphere in left-side affairs? this fiasco has really screwed up my sense of balance. i can hardly walk! 051022 ... emoluate I have an idea to write about that walk I took awhile ago. Cliche cliche cliche. It probably wouldn'y be interesting to any damn self but my own but mayhaps thats ok. Is that ok? I bet it is, I'll be silly Sarah and be selfish and sad. I'm beginning to annoy myself. THat is the truth, I am officially annoying myself. It's not that difficult to do when all is said and done. 2:30, that is what I am waiting for is the 2:30 marker. The problem and the point is that I don't want to have to care to wait that lond. I wish that it were not so silly of me. Oh I should stop, I should walk by myself, that is what I should really really be doing. I will describe with my words....my worfffs. My miserable words. My sister has this place she calls 'Myspace' we can all have them they are always available. On it she is beautiful and sexual and every man wants her, would want her if only they saw. Now as I write this I know that you wish you could see her so you could want her. You want to want her because she is that beautiful, that sexy. I visit 'Herspace' sometimes, and I read the comments that men and women leave often about her pictures. They say things like "damn woman" and "Oooh I wish you were my girl" sometimes they attempt to get cute, terribly cute, and annoyingly cute. They pretend that they are commenting on her eyes or her bracelet when really they know and she knows and we all damn well know that they're looking at her ass. I read these stupid obnoxious and bland comments and most of the time I get offended. Sometimes I enjoy people enjoying her beauty but for the most part I just want to hurt someone. I want to make it all go away. I want to...keep reading and I want to get mad enough t0o do something about it. But I never do I always...give up or something pathetic like that. I never let her know. I am annoying myself again. I shouldn't associate with people. I shouldn't tell anyone what I know. Drama drama drama. If I were to tell/write that story about my walk...down and up through the railroad tracks and my...no I won't it would be too difficult, frustrating. It was a good idea Sarah but pick something else. Get off the computer now.Find someone better. Find something better. Do that and don't look back, or look back occasionally admiring what a silly gal you were are and all that good stuff. any damn self but my own. 060123 ... emoluate I have an idea to write about that walk I took awhile ago. Cliche cliche cliche. It probably wouldn'y be interesting to any damn self but my own but mayhaps thats ok. Is that ok? I bet it is, I'll be silly Sarah and be selfish and sad. I'm beginning to annoy myself. THat is the truth, I am officially annoying myself. It's not that difficult to do when all is said and done. 2:30, that is what I am waiting for is the 2:30 marker. The problem and the point is that I don't want to have to care to wait that lond. I wish that it were not so silly of me. Oh I should stop, I should walk by myself, that is what I should really really be doing. I will describe with my words....my worfffs. My miserable words. My sister has this place she calls 'Myspace' we can all have them they are always available. On it she is beautiful and sexual and every man wants her, would want her if only they saw. Now as I write this I know that you wish you could see her so you could want her. You want to want her because she is that beautiful, that sexy. I visit 'Herspace' sometimes, and I read the comments that men and women leave often about her pictures. They say things like "damn woman" and "Oooh I wish you were my girl" sometimes they attempt to get cute, terribly cute, and annoyingly cute. They pretend that they are commenting on her eyes or her bracelet when really they know and she knows and we all damn well know that they're looking at her ass. I read these stupid obnoxious and bland comments and most of the time I get offended. Sometimes I enjoy people enjoying her beauty but for the most part I just want to hurt someone. I want to make it all go away. I want to...keep reading and I want to get mad enough t0o do something about it. But I never do I always...give up or something pathetic like that. I never let her know. I am annoying myself again. I shouldn't associate with people. I shouldn't tell anyone what I know. Drama drama drama. If I were to tell/write that story about my walk...down and up through the railroad tracks and my...no I won't it would be too difficult, frustrating. It was a good idea Sarah but pick something else. Get off the computer now.Find someone better. Find something better. Do that and don't look back, or look back occasionally admiring what a silly gal you were are and all that good stuff. any damn self but my own. 060123 what's it to you? who go blather from